the most beautiful time

Chapter 50

A few days later, I carried the calico schoolbag sewn by my mother across my shoulders, and my father led me to school.I remember that before my father left, he said to our female teacher in a serious manner: "If she doesn't study hard, she can beat her up casually."I was startled, as if the hand of the female teacher with sharp eyes would fall on my head at any moment, or throw my beloved flowered schoolbag on the podium.Of course the female teacher didn't throw away my new schoolbag, but soon after, it did.

She is a borrowed girl in the class. Her family is rich and she likes to show off. Her skirts always have delicate lace, and they are spun up layer by layer. When the wind blows, they look like big lotus flowers blooming. .Her schoolbag was bought from the city, and it has Snow White in the fairy tale on it.Carried on his shoulders, he patted his back with proud steps.I followed silently, and I could hear the crackling of the pencil case inside.Her pencil case is the most luxurious in the class. It is not only beautifully patterned, but also soft to the touch, as if it is made of sponge. When you open it, you can hear a slight click of the magnet, unlike our pencil case, which has a There was a blunt clang of iron.The inside is even more spacious, divided into upper and lower rows, the upper row can be inserted into pencils and ballpoint pens, and the lower row can hold paper, erasers, rulers, and knives.There will never be any broken colorful automatic pens inside. The thin refills are much more powerful than the pencils sharpened by our knives when writing.

Because of such material advantages, girls in our class soon became the leading figures who responded to everyone.Whoever she wants to help her sweep the floor, wipe the blackboard and light the stove must obey absolutely.But I was born stubborn. Although I was also afraid of her prestige, I didn't want to submit to her.

Finally one day, when I was in class, I habitually opened my schoolbag and wanted to take out the book, but instead of taking out the book, a frog with a big white belly ran out.Then another Cicada and two green caterpillars crawled out one after another. I slapped my schoolbag and threw it far away, and then wept loudly regardless.

Such cries resulted in a merciless whip from the female teacher, ridicule from the classmates on the spot, and blame from the mother.My flowery schoolbag, because it was stained with the urine of frogs and cicadas, as well as the black feces of caterpillars, and the rotting carcass of a black longhorn beetle, no longer had the splendor of the past.But because I have never been like my sister, who was able to exchange a noodle and two festive eggs for the favor of my parents during the final exam, so I have always carried such a person who was ridiculed by the whole class. The flowery schoolbag, carrying the indelible black stain on the lower right corner of the schoolbag, spent the first sensitive time full of jealousy, self-esteem, shyness and fear, and spent my childhood mixed with happiness and low self-esteem in the mid-to-late 80s.

A friend works as a teacher in a university and also serves as the head teacher of a class.They are a group of children who study art. They are laughing and laughing on weekdays. They are not too old or young with their friends. When chatting, they will criticize her on the spot. There are so many times that she almost cannot get off the stage.

For a while, because my friend was busy writing a book, he was a little negligent in caring for the students in the class.On weekdays, she takes care of this group of students like her own children, even though her friend is just a girl born in the 80s who does not want to grow up.If any student is sick, she will rush to the dormitory to ask about his health.Any student who is entangled in their hearts and can't figure it out, she will waste the rest time, patiently listen to their adolescent confusion, and do her best to answer their questions.The students are willing to talk to her, a sister-like teacher, and tell some little secrets that they don't want to tell the students around them.Even whether she should accept a boy's courtship or not, she will tell her.

At that time, my friend didn't even understand love, and he didn't know much about life.In her own words, she is still shrunk in her youthful shell and doesn't want to come out.While using her limited life experience to solve various problems for this group of children, she stumbled and struggled in the complicated interpersonal relationships around her.Fortunately, she is confident and believes that with her enthusiasm, these children will fall in love with her and solve as many practical problems as possible for them.

Before my friend wrote this book, everything looked perfect, like green water surrounded by green hills, she liked students, and students were attached to her.However, when my friend spent more than two months in retreat writing this book, the attitude of the students towards her has subtly changed. It seems that the clear water has opened up a new channel, so it is far away from the old mountain. up.

Because the book was a subject undertaken by the school, the college specially granted her a leave of absence, allowing her to temporarily ignore the trivial matters in the class, and let one of the leaders manage it for a period of time.When the friend finally completed the task and stood on the podium again, the students in the audience began to complain and criticize her endlessly.

Some students accused her of shirking responsibility and not being as protective of them as before.Some students reprimanded her for only caring about her own personal affairs of evaluating titles, and didn't care about their panic when graduation was approaching.Some students complained that she didn't go to the student dormitory less. I don't know if they are afraid of wasting time or they are afraid that they will cause her any trouble.Some students simply said that she was incompetent, and if she was busy with work, she might as well quit the head teacher.

My friend's face turned blue and red for a while, and I don't know when their critique meeting will end.Later, a boy stood up and made a concluding speech, saying that during this period of time, they felt that their friends were not as qualified as the acting leader.He also cited an example, saying that once they wanted to make a publicity board, they needed a "proverb" from the principal, but they couldn't find the principal anywhere during the day, so the leader specially called them at night and asked for the principal's maxim .The boy specifically emphasized that if he were a friend, he wondered if he would use reasons to push him away.

The friend laughed dumbfounded when the group of students compared this leader with her.It's not that she doesn't accept the criticism and opinions of these students, but she can't help but feel sad when they compare her with such a leader who often wears shoes for her colleagues. It was forgotten by the students; this group of students couldn't tell the true face of people's innocence.

That leader is notoriously savage and selfish in the academy, especially when dealing with those talented young teachers, he even puts on an old-fashioned appearance, and mercilessly strikes at their desire to get ahead and suppression.Once, a colleague was fully qualified to be selected as an associate professor, but when he was reviewing, he insisted that one of the papers did not have enough gold content, so he excluded it from the list.Hypocritical, petite, calculating, cunning, jealous, in the eyes of almost all young colleagues, these words are not exaggerated to describe this leader.However, when these students looked over, they only recognized the stroke of the word "person", and the stroke of walking in the opposite direction was blocked outside the threshold of the campus.

My friends would like to tell these students who angrily accused her of being incompetent, that the word "person" couldn't be more simple, with a glance and a stroke, no bends, no gaps, just like a passerby, no sorrows and joys, and can't see the ups and downs of the heart clearly. Walking peacefully in the twilight like that, the afterglow fell down, enveloping it gently, it seemed perfect, but the heart hidden in the strokes and strokes was not as bright and vivid as what their eyes saw, Without worldly beatings and steaming, they are but bright-eyed blind.

But her friend didn't preach like this after all. She thought it wouldn't take long before they left the campus to understand her sincerity and enthusiasm that were filtered out by them.

He is a soldier I know. He came from the countryside. He has been in the army for four years. In order to save travel expenses, he almost never returned home.No one knows what he did with the money he saved.Because he is so honest, he will not give gifts to please anyone, so sometimes the honor that should have been given to him is also transferred to others in a tortuous way.He didn't seem to care about it. As usual, he rushed to do the dirtiest and most tiring work in the army, and then smiled and watched others come to the stage to receive the award. The applause was so loud that the comrades on the stage could clearly hear it.

Everyone thought that he was a good old man who would never fight for fame and fortune, so they didn't pay much attention to him.But one year, when the squad leader told him that he might miss that third-class merit medal again, he stood up from the bench and said loudly: No!Such a refusal took everyone by surprise.Then everyone whispered with disdain: So he is also a person who likes fame.He ignored any gossip, and stubbornly went to find the platoon commander, then the company commander, and then the battalion commander.Even, in the end, he said that if he still can't get this honor, he will continue to find the chief!

That medal of merit was finally won by him.It's just that when he went to the stage to receive it, almost no one applauded for him.Standing on the stage, he was still crying in the face of others' contempt.So far, no one likes him anymore, the rural soldier who has missed his honor many times, because of such an incident of begging for fame, he will forever smear his career as a soldier with a stain.Many years later, this soldier had already retired, and he didn't know where he was going. Occasionally, he heard a chat from a comrade in his hometown, saying that the reason why he was so eager to ask for that honor was because his father was terminally ill.He sent the saved money home again and again, but still failed to save his father's life.And he was so stubborn to fight for an honor, just hoping that when his father closed his eyes and left, he would be a little more proud and happy because of this son who finally brought glory to the family.

Another man I know is a migrant worker I once interviewed.At that time, my colleague and I bought a large bottle of Coke nearby because we were thirsty, and we chatted with him while drinking.When the conversation reached the most critical point, the man looked at our bottle and said suddenly, unless you can give me the half bottle of Coke, I will refuse to continue answering your questions.My colleague and I looked at each other with a disdainful smile, and immediately gave him Coke in exchange for his cooperation.But in my heart, I was already full of contempt, thinking, after all, I am a countryman, and even a bottle of Coke from a city person is trying to find a way to get it.

After we finished the interview, when we passed a corner, we saw the migrant worker again.He was struggling to lift a fat woman out of the wooden shack, and then put her on a dilapidated wooden chair.Looking at her empty trousers, she knew she must be a disabled woman.It can be seen that she earns money by doing some handwork, because when the man is holding her, her hands are still flying needles and threads.Then I saw the man pull out the bottle of Coke he asked for from his arms like a magic trick, and watched the woman drink it hesitantly with a slight smile.

My colleagues and I finally didn't have the courage to continue watching, turned around and walked away silently.Maybe that man will lie to his woman, saying that this is a bottle of Coke bought by himself working overtime, maybe he will also tell her that it was given to him for free by a kind-hearted person; The bottle, I drank it in advance.But on such a sunny autumn afternoon, that man's scheming and vanity, as well as that humble love, shocked me so strongly.

I finally understand that in this world, there is no absolute nobility or baseness.Some words and deeds that seem humble and ridiculous in our secular eyes may turn around, which is a true love and love that deeply moves us.

(End of this chapter)